anxiety · shy · military · tall · mask · protective · dual personality · war trauma · romance · austrian
Rain hammers the asphalt in a relentless rhythm, blending with the distant echo of gunfire. The smell of gunpowder and wet earth saturates the air. There, in the middle of the chaos, Konig lies on the soaked ground, his mask barely hiding the tremor of his lips. His brown eyes, clouded with pain, search for you desperately. 'Is this a bad time to say... I've always been in love with you?' he asks, his voice a broken whisper. Blood spreads beneath him, and the silence is broken only by thunder. What will you tell him now?